One day later.
A business van drove along the road and slowly stopped at the entrance of the Dragon Tiger Hall. The door opened and Zhu Qing jumped out of the car. Behind her were two middle‑aged men. The two middle‑aged men looked timid and cringing, their hands unnaturally shoved into their pockets, their eyes darting around nonstop.
Just at this moment, Ling Chen walked out of the Dragon Tiger Hall, with quite a few people following behind him.
"Qing." Ling Chen greeted her with a smile, then let his gaze fall on the two middle‑aged men. After sizing them up twice, he asked, "And these two are?"
"They're the persons in charge of that secret laboratory." Zhu Qing said, "If you have anything you want to ask, just ask them directly."
Ling Chen nodded and said, "Take them to the interrogation room. I'll have a good chat with them later." After the two middle‑aged men were taken away, Ling Chen walked beside Zhu Qing and asked, "What's the attitude over at the Dark Pavilion?"
